New York to Boston
The advantage of arriving early for departure is that in one sense it lessens anxiety but not so at The Sheraton. For early arrival plus a large coffee meant of course a visit to restrooms prior to departure. Unfortunately I had just heard a scolding directed by reception at one of the tour leaders and a traveler in his care. THOSE JOINING THE PARTY TODAY WHO ARE NOT GUESTS ARE NOT TO USE THE FACILITIES OF THIS HOTEL. Really, how petty is that. But I have learned to learn from the mistakes of others and so with stealth and deception I left the lobby for the WC cleverly hidden away from marauders such as us on the 2nd floor. And where was Rob in my moment of need? Missing. Gone to buy some aspirin. Typical!
And so to Boston - what did we expect? Well New England historical and conservative, more British than the British which is paradoxical given The Tea Party and of course Harvard. And really amidst the modern we found it. Beacon Hill, Harvard and buildings throughout the centre and which border the park provided all that we expected. At times, with its alley ways it felt like Melbourne and then we would turn into areas very reminiscent of an English Village.
Rob wandered off into the darkness of Harvard, but I felt too exhausted after NY to walk another step. And so I remained in the quiet company of others to enjoy the village feel of this part of Boston and consider how the narrow shop front, the students cycling, the small pubs perhaps had taken form from images of other university towns,
Hopefully, when we return it will be to explore the waterways, narrow laneways and learned paths together.
Until I have more energy.
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